Quotes about feign, page 9
Sonnet: God’s our strength and refuge!
Now that I find myself in troubles wedged,
Not many souls help me to tide over;
The charges showered are untrue, alleged;
To Thee O God, I run to take cover.
All human help is wasteful and in vain;
My human strength could fail when I need most;
The ones I helped, never help me but feign;
Injustice looms over me like a ghost!
What have I done to deserve such treatment?
Will God not tilt the balance to help me?
Who will help me in this predicament?
My faith in God is stronger really!
And spring will come after every winter!
My typewriter is like a teleprinter!
poem by John Celes
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Make unconscious people conscious
She was weak and hungry
Her clothes in tatters
Tears in her eyes
Her child in the lap
Crying for food
She kept on asking for help
Nobody listened,
Nobody bothered
All went passing, ignoring her
Ultimately she fainted
Passersby collected
Showing sympathy for her
Volunteers came
From Help women Organization
Straightway went into action
They took her to the hospital
Gave food to the child
She was better and back in senses
She decided to feign unconsciousness
Next time when she needed help
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Mosiah 18: 8
I do not share his feelings -
not that I don't care, definitely not.
It's just that he's crying for something
I'm happy about.
How in the world could I feel sorrow
for something I rejoice of...
How can I conceal the smiles
in the midst of his pain-
and mourn, yet deep inside I just but feign?
Surely, I feel sorry for him
but I don't share his feelings.
I want to give him comfort
but how, I know not.
I'm afraid that in this moment of his life,
my face would fail me...I hope not.
Tell me, is it really that easy
to mourn with those that mourn?
23 October 2010
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poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Holy Sonnet VIII: If Faithful Souls Be Alike Glorified
If faithful souls be alike glorified
As angels, then my fathers soul doth see,
And adds this even to full felicity,
That valiantly I hells wide mouth o'erstride:
But if our minds to these souls be descried
By circumstances, and by signs that be
Apparent in us, not immediately,
How shall my mind's white truth by them be tried?
They see idolatrous lovers weep and mourn,
And vile blasphemous conjurers to call
On Jesus name, and Pharisaical
Dissemblers feign devotion. Then turn,
O pensive soul, to God, for he knows best
Thy true grief, for he put it in my breast.
poem by John Donne
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Daisy Chains
Daisy chains, the children
In the morning sun, lolling,
Rolling on the lawn – eyes keen
For the Mr Whippy van
Scottie running for her ball
Holding hands they feign to fall
Wasps are buzzing with the bees
Home Service of the BBC
Rules the waves but not the clouds
that chase the kids inside for games
of Blind Man’s Bluff and pick-up-sticks
while petals wilt in the failing
infant summer light of evening
Mother is watching them
Cold war autumn stalking them
Satellites of first design
Sprinkling dust on yellow lawns
Of daisy flowers and rainbow lives
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poem by Frank Bana
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Let Not Your Ire On My Complexion Fall (Cavatina Sequence)
There are men with some charm, a inner hunger;
a kind of grace
is caught in the very way that they woo,
on every face
they do passion intimately feign,
but in disgrace
there is no kind of true love in their hearts,
their way is strewn with only broken parts.
Let not your ire on my complexion fall,
even mock me;
as I still cherish that which was great and good,
while you are free
from what we both had in sincerity
held as holy;
now that you call someone else as your own,
to me have cruel and most uncaring grown.
[Reference: 'Blame Not My Cheeks' by Thomas Campion.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Seduction: The Corner I
I saw you in my corner eye
your hands so large
your arms
bare;
I moved diagonally
where I came into your view
but not
obviously
but close enough
for you to have your look.
And you did look
and fixed me
in your green-eyed gaze
colors which changed
upon your approach.
I turned
to feign
not noticing you.
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Breaking Dawn
In the hush I hear you;
faint footsteps along the corridor:
refrigerator opening
in the dead of night.
In the hush
I hear milk pour
and I wait;
my face to the wall;
my mind there too.
Double Doubts
and Triple Hurts
align the staircase
and I hear them
treading up.
Where were you?
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Man's Quest - Sonnet! ! ! ! !
Our every desire might not be fulfilled.
Enjoy the journey to destination.
What, if you feel life is far from idyll.
Must go on with the best affirmations.
Never give up on your dreams, carry on.
The mask you don should just never slip down.
Say your prayers in earnest every morn
Hopefully; go through life with smile, not a frown.
When it gets rough take one day at a time.
Be kind to self, don’t pity or condemn.
Surrender to him just before bed time.
Remain upbeat, what, if you have to feign.
The turmoil starts man’s search for meaning.
Was God’s intention from very beginning.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Sonnet XLII: Some Men There Be
Some men there be which like my method well
And much commend the strangeness of my vein;
Some say I have a passing pleasing strain;
Some say that im my humor I excel;
Some, who not kindly relish my conceit,
They say, as poets do, I use to feign,
And in bare words paint out my passion's pain.
Thus sundry men their sundry words repeat;
I pass not, I, how men affected be,
Nor who commends or discommends my verse;
It pleaseth me, if I my woes rehearse,
And in my lines if she my love may see.
Only my comfort still consists in this,
Writing her praise I cannot write amiss.
poem by Michael Drayton
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